Praise JESUS for hand-me-downs; I am getting ready for consignments this morning and I honestly don't think I need to buy Emmy anything. I may poke around anyway, because I've never been privy to the HUGE pink section on the other side, but I don't think she's really going to need a thing. Ever. I've been wondering - is it just that more of my friends have had girls than boys? Or is it that people really buy that many more clothes for little girls? It's like having your own dress-up doll or something ... it's really funny. We've started thinking about her room and updating baby supplies, and making the transition (gulp) of putting Silas in Asher's room. All of this pink everywhere ... it's going to have to go into a bedroom sooner or later.
I am beginning to concede that while blogging is not dead, it has so morphed that I seem to have lost my place in it. I'm not writing a book, I'm not convinced all my good advice needs to be imparted to the world at large, I'm not trying to make money in any way. Is there anybody left like that? If so, they aren't commenting, and aren't posting on their own blog very often. It's sad to me - not the change, as much as what it's changed into. Brian and I talk about this all the time - to let Facebook or Twitter updates be your only voice assumes your thoughts can fit into 140 characters or less. What about nuance? What about finishing a thought, or telling the whole story? The shame is not that the medium for interaction is changing, but that it seems to be devolving into one-liners. Given a mouthpiece into the world, we only make time to throw punches and tell jokes. That's too bad.
In other news, maybe it's that I can't remember (which is entirely possible - my memory is not exactly a steel trap), but I feel like this baby is more active than the other two were when I was carrying them. She kicks all. night. long. Every night I have strange dreams incorporating her wigglyness. It's so fun. I'm so curious to see what her personality is like, and how the dynamics will play out. My boys are such BOYS, you know? Lately I've started a running tab of admonishments I'll probably never have to make with Emmy. Such as
"Don't pee on your brother!"
"Honey, if you play sit on your brother in the swimming pool, somebody could die. It's not a good idea."
"You are welcome to play city dump, but you may only dump out one thing at a time."
At the same time, my boys really enjoy traditionally "girl" toys. Their baby doll is a beloved possession. They often spend the day tending to toy dinosaurs or stuffed animals (my favorite was Asher coming into my room and saying, "Can Yap-Yap Puppy take his nap in your room? I have to work for a few hours." Ahem). One of Asher's very favorite friends is a little girl his age - I came to pick him up from her house a few weeks ago, and he said, "But we haven't had our wedding yet." I said, "Well next time she can come to your house, and you can finish your wedding." "No we can't," he replied. "We don't have any princess clothes." I don't wonder what they will do with a girl; I wonder what she is going to do with all of these little boys and her immersion their little boy world.
It's going to be so fun to find out.
On that note, It's time to get ready for my day. Consignment day is practically a holiday in this house.
Happy Saturday all. And! Happy birthday Elizabeth!